Ink from my pen
Leaks from pages ago onto this one
And even as a joke I can't believe my lips
Touched yours tonight.

Also, my hair's been getting longer.
I know I can cut it off at any time
But I'm not ready to set the bottle down and part
With the person I was six months ago

But it's time. My skin is dry,
Those lips that touched yours are chapped, and
When I'm being honest with myself I know that if,
At the end of this persisting winter,
I have a single ******* atom left in my body
From the day I was born,
It'll only be explained by science I'm unfamiliar with and
Not metaphor.

Cradle the child,
Loving arms,
Cast light,
On innocence.

Kept once,
Within,
Now graced
With his presence.

Earthly child,
Heavenly father.
Bear no absence.
Love one another.

Having but one,
Means no matter
When the one you have,
Loves forever.

Although my eyes were on the movie screen I could not help but watch you.
I noticed every shift of position, every tap of your foot, every blink in your eyes, and every licking of your lips.
I noticed when your mouth curled into a smile and when your hands clutched your shirt.

Although my body was occupied drinking half bitter coffee my mind was transposed onto the image of us I had swiftly conjured up in my own head.
    
Although
my bed will only have me in it tonight, my fingers will be running through your hair and down your spine. My legs will intertwined with yours and our hearts shall beat in time to the flowing of a poem.

am I vulnerable because I miss you?

or because I say out loud that I miss you?

or because I say out loud to you that I miss you?

Yes there, there it is that vulnerability  of truth

Some nights I am nothing but truth

disgusting absolute truth

I miss you

I miss your lips

Your hands

Your eyes

I miss your skin

I miss your attitude

I am dying here this winter night

missing you

vulnerable

yes there it is

my truth

**** all the rest